I Have Loved Him Too Much Not

Vice, Like Virtue, Grows In Small Steps, And No True Innocence Can Ever Fall At Once To Deepest Guilt.

A Benefit Cited By Way Of Reproach Is Equivalent To An Injury.

The Day Is Not Purer Than The Depths Of My Heart.

Do Not They Bring It To Pass By Knowing That They Know Nothing At All?

Sir, That Much Prudence Calls For Too Much Worry; I Cannot Foresee Misfortunes So Far Away.